The night before last I dreamed my car was stolen from a parking lot near a questionable Italian restaurant. I wanted to see the CCTV but something was in the way of the car so I couldn’t tell when it happened or who took it. It’s an old car but I was still unhappy about it.
Last night I dreamed I parked in a spiral parking lot at UCLA. (A spiral parking lot! The sign I missed my calling in civil engineering.) As I walked up the spiral ramp I passed a woman who said hello. “Do you remember me? Diana Mak — we were in the same first year Chinese class.” And I thought “That was 4 years ago… am I supposed to remember her?” And then felt guilty that I didn’t.
Aside from the fact I’m impressed that my subconscious came up with a real Cantonese family name, I wonder what’s going on in my brain these days. Stay tuned.